The Quiet Wonder, and Occasional Burden of Winter’s Most Delicate Creation: Snowflakes
Snowflakes look simple from a distance, but up close they reveal a world of complexity. For individuals in Maryland and DC, this reflection explores the beauty, symbolism, and emotional resonance of winter’s most iconic creation.
Light, fluffy, and wet: that is what I expect when I step outside on a snowy day.
The snowflake is a marvel. They say no two snowflakes are alike. If that is true, then snowflakes are a miracle. A small drop of water and a small particle of dust come together in an intricate formation that is a wonder. The ice crystal is hexagonal, with six‑fold symmetry and complex features.
I think if you set out to construct these things, you could not do it, at least not in the quantity required to fill the field or the front yard.
As the snowflake falls, its structure changes. The flake passes through layers of temperature and moisture, altering its composition. You can think of the same thing happening to you. As you grow and pass through various relationships and life experiences, your makeup changes too. A snowflake can undergo several modifications before landing on your windshield or sidewalk.
The snowflake’s pattern appears symmetrical, as if the atmosphere were acting on it from all sides at once. This process involves a lot of movement. You can imagine something so light and delicate being whirled through the atmosphere and spinning at top speed as it falls toward the ground.
Snowflakes are pure ice but look white. The white is a play of light, so they appear white to us. I suppose otherwise they would be invisible, and that would be weird. As the flake falls, the atmosphere reshapes it as it spins toward Earth, where it will land.
Once at its destination, it will be a marvel or a curse. For those who can stay indoors and peer out the window at the white blanket on the ground, the buildings, the trees, and the shrubs, the view is a treat. For those who must brave the cold to uncover the car and clear a path to the street, the wet conditions are a burden and a pain. Shoveling this stuff is truly physically painful. Depending on the moisture content, this stuff can be really heavy and hard to move.
Yet the delight of seeing it fall, then of dressing in layers of puffy clothing to venture into its midst, is so satisfying. Nothing beats waking your children up at 4 a.m. when the snow has finally settled. The neighborhood is still and quiet, with just enough light to see clearly. The fluffy white stuff flies into the air as you march along the street, trailing the sled to the local hill for pure joy, speeding down the slope, and avoiding the ditch.
Being first on the hill in the still of the morning is pure joy.
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By Dr. Gloria K Vanderhorst
